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Me: Aizawa, I think you should get a turn

Matsuda: What about me?

Me: You can go next time, alright?

Matsuda: Awww...

Me: Aizawa?

Aizawa: DeeNee doesn't own Death Note, only her OC Tasha

Tasha

"Do the task force members usually go to bed this early?" I asked L. It was 1:30am in the morning, and we were the only ones awake, with the exception of a certain shinigami in the kitchen.

The Japanese police arrived three days ago, and so far they had been little, if any, help.

"Unfortunately, yes. If they didn't we'd probably get a lot more work done."

"Hmm."

It was nice to be speaking English again. The other task force members, with the exception of Watari, knew very little of it and I had to speak Japanese in front of them. It was such a pain.

I tried to focus on the screen in front of me, but it wasn't holding my attention well. What was, was a very attractive detective sitting a couple of metres away from me.

Tasha, this is ridiculous, I scolded myself.

"Is something the matter, Tasha?" L asked. In my lapse of concentration, my gaze had turned and I was now staring at L.

"Um... no Ryuzaki," I stammered, and felt the blood rise to my face.

L didn't say anything and went back to staring at the computer screen. I really needed to be careful. L couldn't know I liked him. That wouldn't be good.

But L was so smart... He probably could tell already.

Would that be such a bad thing?

What was I thinking? Of course it would be bad! If L knew I liked him... I don't know what'd happen, but it wouldn't be good. For me or him.

I couldn't get close to L. And I couldn't let myself fall for him anymore then I already had. That would totally ruin everything. The whole point of me being here.

Stop thinking about L, Tasha. He isn't important. Your task is.

Speaking of that task...

I looked back at the screen with a renewed concentration.

Ryuk

I crept back into the main work room through the wall. Doorways were so useless to a shinigami.

Tasha was blushing. That was really obvious. L, however, seemed completely oblivious.

Now that I thought about it, L and Tasha were actually an interesting match.

L was strange. I had observed humans before, and there was none like him. When he sat, he drew his knees up to his chest. He never ate anything unless it was sweet, yet he still contained a great athletic ability.

Tasha was strange as well, but not quite in the same way. When she stood, she stood with one foot stepping on the others 3 little toes, and her two knees pushing against each other. She hardly ate anything at all. And when I went into her room at night, she'd usually be sitting on the bed reading a Japanese Manga. Although this is usually an English translation, I have seen her reading some that are still Japanese.

Seeing L and Tasha together would be quite amusing.

It'd be better then standing around here, watching an investigation that wasn't going anywhere.

That gave me an idea

It was time to play Ryuk the match-maker.

L

Tasha had been staring at me. I wondered why this was. Maybe it was because I was the only one eating, but then Tasha hardly ate anything, so I didn't know why she'd be staring at me for that.

And when I asked her what was going on... she blushed. I thought that there was about a 78% chance she'd blushed because I caught her staring, but then what other reason could she have been blushing? And why had she stared at me in the first place?

Maybe she found me strange. Odd. An enigma. That wouldn't surprise me; it wouldn't be the first time someone has found me strange. And it certainly wouldn't be the last.

If that was the case, then she probably blushed because she was embarrassed. But still, the whole scenario I had thought of still only had a 78% chance of being correct.

So what was the other 22% then? What other possibility was there?

I was trying to think of one when Tasha yelped triumphantly.

"Hey, Ryuzaki, come take a look at this!" She insisted.

I rolled my chair over to her screen, to take a look at what she found.

"See this?" She pointed to the times and dates on the computer. "If you look closely, you'll notice that on Mondays through to Wednesdays, the deaths have all occurred between 2pm and 5pm, and on Thursdays through to Sundays, the deaths have all occurred between 11pm and 1am!"

"Well done," I congratulated. To be honest, I was surprised I hadn't noticed this. But then I remembered something.

"This isn't necessarily a clue, Tasha. Remember, any Kira can choose the time of death, as long as they're using a Death Note. But saying that..." I brought my thumb to my mouth. "There is a chance that Child-Kira doesn't actually know much about the Death Note at all. If this were the case, looking at those times, I would say that Child-Kira is a shift worker."

"That's quite the leap, Ryuzaki. But I think I get what you're saying. The times are quite strange for someone with normal work hours, or even a student. It seems that they rarely have the chance to write in their Death Note, so when they do, they cram it all into two hours, kill as many kids as they can, and then probably sleep," Tasha finished off my line of thought.

"It would seem that way. But then, presuming that Child-Kira does know the rules of the Death Note, he could be leading us on here, by deliberately making an obvious mistake and organizing all his killings within those two hours, on those exact same days. But I would say that thats a little unlikely. Child-Kira shouldn't even know for sure that we're onto him. I haven't directly confronted him yet, because I don't think the situation calls for it. When Light was Kira, he was the first Kira, and I didn't know what kind of unworldly power I was dealing with. But now I do, so it's not necessary."

"What percent chance do you think that Child-Kira is a shift worker?"

"Hmm... I'd say that it's a 60% chance at this point. Actually, Ryuk?"

"Yeah?" Ryuk responded, lying on the couch in the room.

"Do you know if Zellogi wrote the rules in the notebook before dropping it in the human world?" I asked, curious.

"I'm pretty sure he didn't. He has a hook on one of his hands, and even if he didn't, I don't think he'd really be able to be bothered doing it."

"In that case, Child-Kira is at more of a disadvantage then Light was, because you wrote the rules in the cover?"

"Yep. I wrote them in English, because it's the most popular language in the human world, although Light was a little annoyed at this."

"Hmm. Make that a 70% chance."

Tasha yawned quietly.

"You can go to bed now, Tasha. I think you've earned the night off after your discovery," I approved.

She looked a little angry.

"I don't need your permission to go to bed, Ryuzaki. I'm a 28 year old FBI agent and you can't tell me what to do when it comes to such trivial matters. However, having said that, I think I will go for a walk. And, Ryuk, you are not welcome to join me. I need some time to myself." And with that, she stormed out of the room and upstairs.

Okay, she was more then a little angry. I was a little surprised at her sudden outburst. But it seemed that she only really showed such emotion in front of me and Ryuk. When the Japanese police were around, she kept a lid on it. I wondered why that was...

I didn't ponder over it to much. Tasha's emotional outbursts probably only happened when she was tired, and anyway, they weren't my concern right now.

Although I was a little curious as to why she went out of her way to make sure that Ryuk didn't follow her.

Tasha

Alright, that probably wasn't totally necessary, but I struggled to find any other way to get out of the room on my own incentive. And, knowing L, he'd probably try and track me on the cameras.

It did make things a bit difficult, because when I disappeared off camera, he was bound to get suspicious.

Still, I had little choice, and I climbed the stairs - making sure to maintain my seemingly angry appearance to keep L at bay for as long as possible.

Luckily for me, when I got out onto the roof finally, it was a reasonable temperature, despite the fact it was rapidly approaching 2am. I knew that someone would be on duty, so I pulled out my phone and dialed.

"This is Agent 50," I responded, when someone answered.

"Agent Yelin, it's been awhile. What's your status?"

"L has been relying on my skills quite a bit as of late. The new members are a bit of a let down."

"You know very well that's not what I meant."

I did know. But for some reason I didn't really want to give the right answer.

"He trusts me. To some extent, anyway."

"Then your mission still stands. You need to be completely sure that he trusts you 100%."

"Is that really necessary?"

There was a little huff on the other end. "Agent Yelin. You have a been a valuable asset to the Special Unit. Don't make me regret giving you this job."

"There would be no need, ma'am," I replied stiffly.

"Good. Your mission still stands. You need to do whatever is necessary to get close to L. But make sure you don't get caught in a web of emotion. I would hate to have to dispatch such a good agent."

I shivered as the threat sank in.

"Of course, Agent Norman. The target should be locked within the month."

"That's good to know, Agent 50. I expect to hear from you each week though."

"I expected no less."

"Agent 2 out." And the line disconnected.

I flipped my phone shut, and put it back in my pocket.

Don't do this Tasha, I rebelled against myself. You can save him. Get out.

I shut down that line of thought. I knew very well what happened to anyone who tried to leave the Unit.

And I wasn't about to bring that fate on myself.

... and the sinister side of Tasha's plot begins. But you smart people already knew that something was coming. She wouldn't be much of a character if she didn't have her flaws. Although, I really hope that people won't start hating her now - give her a chance, and you'll learn more as the story progresses.

Oops, DeeNee, now you're dropping spoilers.

No matter. It isn't much of a spoiler anyway.

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Hopefully, the next chapter won't take as long as this one did to write. Can't make any promises though; writers block is contaminating me :(